I have a confession to make… I am a scrabulous junkie. I am totally addicted. Sometimes I even log in before I’ve had my breakfast in the morning, just to see who’s played their turn. I am fiercly competitive and hate losing. This is made even worse by the fact that my mother, the crossword queen, has signed up and I have yet to beat her at a game.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about, let me enlighten you.. it’s an application on the website that I have developed a hardcore love-hate relationship with – Facebook. I kind of love the fact I have found all these all school friends and seen their wedding photos and kids and found out about what’s happened in their exciting lives since we parted ways at age 11. I hate the fact that I have work colleagues mixed in with school friends mixed in with travel aquaintances mixed in with family, it’s all a bit strange, and they all get access to a bit too much information on me – the colleagues to get to read about ‘yeah remember that time we fell down the stairs we were so drunk’ or a friend asks how the resignation from work is going? before I’ve even resigned (thanks Kelly).. all these groups of people are supposed to be separate, they shouldnt be all mixed up receiving the same information. The details I want to share with them are supposed to be vetted through ME not posted on a web page for all to see!
But the existence of scrabulous just keeps me coming back for more… what is it about an online scrabble game that has got me so addicted? god knows.. but did you know that etaerio is a word?